If Xiaofu could accompany Zizhu at that time, no matter how old the world is, Zizhu would not be afraid even if the blue water falls, but after all, the long years that followed were given by another person. Now, Zizhu is still not afraid of the Wangchuan Divine Water, nor is he afraid of the fateful catastrophe. What he is afraid of is just letting the person in his heart live alone again. "Yue Wu, Yue Wu, the Wutong under the moon? Or the Moon Dance dancing under the moon?" "No, the one that overwinters, the Wutong of the Wutong?" "The Wutong that spends the winter?" "..."